Jockeying for advantage?
Not us!
We see God’s light in all.
We are aboard His bliss bus.
First steps, a new world,
Tiny hands reach for the light,
Life's path has begun.
Small boys stand so tall,
Jockeying, testing strength,
Manhood's door ajar.
Whispers of the past,
Old skin sheds, new life unfolds,
Spirit takes its form.
Leaving the warm nest,
Owlet's eyes see the moonlight,
The wide world awaits.
The old view is gone,
Seeing the world with new eyes,
Choices shape my path.
Wisdom's gentle dawn,
Embracing the elder years,
A life fully lived.
jockeying for position
requires a motive
which is a euphemism
for egocentric desire
yet if our heart
be playful and childlike
there is no bondage
for spontaneous spirit
save man
all life forms live
as such
in the now continuum
There's much trouble,
rumors of insanity plaque the planet.
Jesus has been showing up
in the shape of passing clouds.
False prophets
are jockeying for better positions,
upon a Hollywood red carpet.
Good is urgent but as late as always.
The turtle lost the rabbit race.
Kindness flowers unseen
in whisky-laced ice cubes.
Is this the end or the beginning,
or are we in the middle of both
hell and heaven looking for neverland,
an interim place
where the devil is some punk
looking to pilfer salvation
from an abandoned church?
Shifty eyes belie camouflaged avarice, seeking a higher share of family inheritance by employing specious logic, jockeying for an advantage. The seemingly dreamy elder sips coffee, nodding in consent.
discerning eye knows
recognising wayward ways
soul smile indulgent
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Eeyore had far too much to drink
Wonky
Donkey
Jockeying for position
Racehorse
Off course
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Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!
BLACK AND BLUE FRIDAY
First – the carbo-loading
monster meal to sustain
the beast that drives
the cornerstone of greed
in mindless hunt for “bargains”.
Next – jockeying for position
awaiting the starter’s pistol
explosion of coupon bearers
storming the gates of ….greed
pursuing an empty, endless, need.
Feint right, fake left, bob and weave
position, position, timing
shuffle-step, reverse pivot
head fake and twist, break right
aisle 6, electronics, end zone – score!!!
Crazy dance, fire works,
no flags thrown, no penalties.
Game over. Ice and ibuprofen,
rest and recuperation.
AH, the joy of
BLACK (AND BLUE) FRIDAY.
John G. Lawless
11/21/2017
I think we are in trouble
they are all in good spirits
something smells fishy to me
They smile and they tell you
they "will", fix it this time
give them your vote, and you'll see
Each one is claiming
they are without question
so far above all reproach
They wave their credentials
and swear that they're honest
they say they are no cockroach
They are doing some dueling
jockeying for position
all four maybe five that are left
If there is no indictment
by the Justice Department
the White House is guilty of theft
The American people are
the ones that are cheated
a "new prez" won't help things at all
Millions are voting soon
good, bad or indifferent
it's too late to put up a wall
They'll be printed in languages
that are foreign to most locals
the ballots will surely be lost
Count and recount them
til they have what they wanted
for it must be their way at all cost.....
Blaring klaxons rouse the weary
Fumble for steaming mug of pain
Stiletto sunrise, eyes bleary
Sandman’s Valium starts to drain
Resplendent youth line up for inculcation
Foreheads kissed, lunchboxes brimming
Then practiced subroutines of remuneration
Contentious jockeying, sinking/swimming
A million convocations for stricken minds
Urgent catharsis, and perhaps, listening
Long awaited liaisons, pairs entwined
Pheromonal interweaving, skin glistening
Round beer babies nursing towards sleep
Gluttonous eyes devour psychedelic flashes
Daydreams of love, wide and deep
Half-empty bottles, faint taste of ashes
3/7/16
Imagining, if we had leaders as rulers, governments, kings and queens
Around her world where their greatest priority was, the well being of every
Life within these society's; truly, no heart left behind love's battle cry instead this
Serving themselves above all else while, sucking cling'stone crocodile's, reptile dreams ?
Pushing aside the poor child whom merely holds two mites; jockeying for his money makers
Which blow smoke about her skies and fashion mirrors their molten divide his lucre's refined: filthy
Rags defiling humankind creating darkness bleaker than they but, Angels, ascending as descending; latter.
In brooding dusk they gather from the East
Arrive in twos and threes upon the trees.
Autumn beeches, now devoid of leaves,
Begin to darken as the branches heave
And teem with animated rooks.
And jackdaws too, all jockeying for space,
Amid this vibrant, raucous, corvid mass,
Jostling, shifting, squabbling for pride of place,
To raise their voices, demand attention
Speaking freely in this parliament.
When sunset beckons they slip the air
In charcoal squadrons to the field below
Where, in serried ranks along each furrow,
They bow and scrape in search of meagre fare
For supper and the long dark night.
The leader signals, adjourns the meeting –
Vast clouds arise, a thousand wings beating,
Driven as a single being, Westward
To their high swaying roost – murmur greeting,
Huddle together against the cold.
left left left right left
army marches to the sound
of boots in in time
like a wall of robots
fast movers climb
jockeying for position
only to thrill and kill
joy stick of death
left left left right left
a squad makes way
undetected unseen
to gather intel
before they are seen
left left left right left
left left left right left
closer marches echoing sound
slumber city dreaming of peace
happy as their frowns are upside down
division march time march
division halt
the city falls without hope
over run by the deafening sound
mortar and gunshot sounds
find all who hide men, women,
sons and daughters
the war is over ?
Patchwork Musings
Vying for order
This square
That corner
One's center
These squared-off life experiences
Know well jockeying for position
Is fraught with chance
Disappointment
Acceptance
The waking state knows
Nothing resolves naturally
No stitch in one's original design
Arrives at needle's focus point
Matching perfectly the original intent
Red threads
Clash with its attracted yellow
Black outs white
One's colors
Opting to make permanent
That square
Or the next
Find unraveling threads
But a question of time
Permanence better hung
On the wall of one's imagination
Still
We hope
Will our dream impressions
Be nestled beneath chin
Or atop restless feet
Where nightmare's fragilities
Thrash about
Disturbing tucked images
That lovingly comfort
Dream's Neverland
So long
This task of bringing together
The peach trees of youth
Nestling next to briar bushes of adolescence
Awaiting adulthood's gnarled disappointments
One's patchwork cover
Taken every night to bed
Merely wants the blanky of security
Insuring a safe slumber
Until tomorrow
Where more patches await
EARLY MORNING IN THE COUNTRY
The smell of fresh brewed coffee
The sound of bacon slowly sizzling in the pan
And the heady aroma it creates
Homemade biscuits in the oven
Sending the scent of their baking
Into the far corners of every room in the house
A bottle of cane syrup
Made the old fashioned way on Thanksgiving Day
Freshly churned butter for the biscuits once they're done
Mourning doves cooing to each other
Twelve sparrows jockeying for positions
On the nine available perches on the feeder
The sun slowly beginning to peep over the horizon
As if testing the day to see if it's time to rise and shine
Its rays scattering sunbeams through the winter foliage
The frost slowly, almost reluctantly, beginning to melt
Young squirrels scurrying around
Under the centuries old oak tree, searching for acorns
No concrete and steel buildings
No jostling crowds
No cabs, buses, or honking horns
No exhaust fumes
Ah! The beauty, joy, peace, and tranquility
Of early morning in the country
1 February 2010
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